A poem for Tuesday

I sat at my desk yesterday and thought to myself, this is the best summer I've had in a decade. There's no big reason, no epic romance, no wondrous new meaningful thing. In fact, there are some things troubling me right now. I skyped with my parents on the weekend and they seemed suddenly older and that scared me. And I've been churning that old demon of geography again. But all this makes my happiness right now seem more real, not some deceptive mischief. This poem by Marianne Boruch seems to capture it; I guess it's in the wee moments.